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My son went missing on the beach. As a rescue worker, my husband immediately took his team in the opposite direction. Sensing something was wrong, I hurried forward, desperate to guide them the right way. But my husband shoved me aside. He snapped, "I'm the professional here. Can you stop interfering? You really think our son would be as reckless as you, running into dangerous places?" It wasn't until he carried back a boy and his first crush threw herself into his arms that I finally realized why he insisted on going that way. He had gone to save her son. My own son was only found a day later, washed ashore by the tide, barely recognizable. I stared at my swollen boy, tears burning my eyes, crazily pounding my husband, demanding why he didn't save our son. With no one around, they pushed me into the freezing seawater. "If you care so much about that doomed kid, why don't you join him?" he said. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment my husband deliberately led the rescue team the wrong way.